Storm clouds and trees
Birds and bees
Meadow with a breeze
Violent winds on stormy seas
All people see these
But only do poets turn into seeds
For others to turn into deeds
But what will you do with what a poet feeds?
And another reads
Will you take heed?

Two birds flew above the steeple
Below were two people
This I saw through a peephole
And they were together made one soul
Never would another moment be dull
For in themselves were they made whole
But no one knows how the future will unroll
But I hope there love lasts longer than normal
For I know under pressure even coal
Can be transformed into something beautiful
So can two normal people be made to be something remarkable

I can’t explain the feeling
I can’t pen what I am thinking
It’s to hard to explain
It’s not a pain
But I have this aching
Happiness is what I’m faking

I was told this is called loneliness
And others describe it as an emptiness
But in truth it cannot be told
It is only a feeling one must hold
For how long is unknown
And it will last for as long as I am alone

It’s sparked by thoughts
When reading Shakespeare plots
For it makes me wish I had a companion
Who I would never abandon
But I will never know
For on it’s own love doesn’t grow
And it also can only be experienced
Which I will only ever see, for I am distanced

Sorry to bring down those who have love
But this is to relate to those who have none to speak of
And with that I am back to the beginning
There is no real way expressing this feeling

She fell for the face
She was in love with the feeling
She was only there for the chase
She wasn’t even aware of the real thing
But now she knows how pain tastes
It wasn’t her fault for dealing
She was just out of place
Now she’s staring at the ceiling
For I left without a trace
Sorry I lost feeling

Every one needs someone
Even if it’s just themselves
But I need someone
Who needs more then themselves
For I can not continue to run
Where loneliness dwells

The road is like the sea
If you don’t have a corse set
Who knows where you’ll be
That’s why I fret
For one day you’ll want to see
Then you’ll forget
And we will never be
So is it sand that our names are set
Or is our story in the stars for all to see?